Diary of Jeremiah Jones

There is one way every person in the world is exactly the same and yet completely unique. There soul song. A simple, yet beautiful, song that everyone possesses, but not everyone can here. Some peole are melodies, some are harmonies, but all are beautiful. Despite not everyone being able to hear them, every one can somehow... sense them.

They are what lead us to our soul mates. When two peoples songs resonate, they are meant to be together forever. Of course, there are some, a few families, that can hear them. It is said, that when some meet their soul mates, they are brought to tears from how beautiful their songs sound together. My family is one of the lucky ones.

I remember meeting my wife, my soul mate. Her song was the most soothing, comforting one I'd ever heard. It reminded me of my mother's. My own was often described as wild and untamable. But when we were together, it was the most wonderful symphony I had ever heard. My mother cried when she first met her.

I knew immedietaly when she was pregnant. The slight change to her soul song, a sort of hum, was unmistakable. And then our two beautiful boys were born. The first, Matthew, took my wifes last name. She had no family and was overjoyed I allowed her to have this way for her family name to continue. How could I have denied her?

Matthew's song was almost exactly like hers. Calm and soothing. However, if you listened long enough, you could make out the slight hurried fashion to it. Sure enough, he was the quieter of the two boys, but no less mischevious. He was often the mastermind of their schemes, though we didn't always realize it.

Then, there was Alfred. His song was a wonder to behold. Full to bursting with life and energy and joy. He did everything with all his heart and embraced every part of life, including the sorrow. Of course, he never was sad long. And then, when they were five years old, we experienced a tragedy I never healed from.

The love of my life, my wife, my soul mate, was taken from us. Without her song, the world seems empty and quiet. I cannot even enjoy my boys' songs the same way. Still, I have pushed forward and lived life to its fullest. I have raised two wondeful men who have been every source of pride for me.

Now, I go to join my wife, Marie. The joy I feel at once more having the chance to hear her song is unfathomable. I see the sadness in my boys' eyes, but also the content and acceptence. They know as well as me that this is not an ending, simply a temporary goodbye. I imagine I can already hear the sweet notes that come with my dear Marie's presence.

Here's my newest story! For those of you who have read my others, don't worry. I am going to continue them. I've kinda had this story bouncing around in my head for awhile and I just figured out a way to start it. Please tell me what you like! Also, I have yet to decide whether I want to pair Canada with France or Prussia. Leave a review telling which pair you like more, please! And, of course, don't forget to favorite.